Monday, February 23, 2009

National Concern: Cobbles

Mr. mister walked along the walk walk with a leash in his hand and dog dragging behind him. THE DOG WAS DEAD. He avoided most of the cracks because he heard that if you step on a crack your leg would fall off. He couldn’t afford to lose a leg at this point in his life. Every house he passed was the same. Four frenzy fed windows on each level. They all had eyes staring. Hard eyes. The kind of eyes you find in a cave. WHEN YOU’RE SPLUNKING. The dog’s name was Hyde. Mr. mister was a big fan of Clancy Thomas and felt a tribute need be paid. Hence the dogsworth was born. The doors were lovely as well. Intricate molding lined the entrance from the ground up to the second floor. They really were lovely, take it from a professional. I know these doors. I KNOW THEM AND THEY ARE NICE. Mr. mister crossed the street the same way every time. Look left. Look right. Look left. Look down. Sit down. An hour power nap was usually a protocol before crossing streets. Fatigue is the number one leading cause of car accidents in Umerica. See, that’s what happens when you jump into the river of Styx. You go to Umerica. It’s a dimension of love and feet and powerlessness because of a strong willed villain by the name of Paladinio.

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